Evara convulsed. Her orgasm hit at the exact same moment, a full-body seizure of pleasure that left her screaming silently, her mouth open in a rictus of ecstasy.

Sol held her through the aftershocks, his body trembling not from weakness, but from the sheer overload of power he had just absorbed.

Slowly, the pulsing stopped. The silence returned to the hut, broken only by their ragged breathing and the crackle of the dying fire.

Sol pulled out. A mix of his seed and her fluids dripped from her, pooling on the dirt floor.

Evara collapsed. She didn't move. She lay face down in the dirt, limbs splayed, utterly unconscious. Her skin was flushed a healthy, vibrant pink. She looked exhausted, yes, but paradoxically, she looked younger. The stress lines on her face were smoothed out. The tension in her shoulders was gone.

Sol stood up. He felt... incredible.

He flexed his hand. The skin felt tougher, like cured leather. He took a deep breath, and his lungs expanded further than before. The lingering pain in his ribs was completely gone. Not 80% healed. 100%.

Sol stepped back, intending to take a breath, but a hand shot out from the furs, gripping his ankle with a strength that belied her exhausted appearance.

"Where do you think you're going?" Evara hissed.

She wasn't asleep. The massive influx of Vitality Sol had stimulated hadn't just drained her; it had jump-started her system. She was operating on a feral, adrenaline-fueled high. The "lazy widow" was gone. In her place was a creature of pure instinct… a tigress who had tasted meat after a long winter and refused to let the meal walk away.

She scrambled to her feet, naked and unashamed, her body glistening with sweat and fluids. Her eyes were wild, the pupils blown wide by the Ash-Grey influence still humming in her blood.

"You started this fire, Sol," she growled, stalking toward him. "You don't get to walk away while it's still burning."

Sol grinned, the predator in him recognizing the challenge. He dropped his spear. "You think you can take more, Evara? I nearly broke you."

"You opened me," she corrected, grabbing his hand and dragging him toward the sturdy wooden storage chest pushed against the far wall. It was waist-high, made of heavy Iron-Bark. "Now fill me properly. I want to see it. I want to watch you disappear inside me."

She hopped onto the edge of the chest, lying back against the wall. She didn't just spread her legs; she hauled them up, pulling her knees toward her chest in a deep squat, exposing her ravaged, swollen sex to the firelight.

"Do it," she commanded, grabbing her own ankles to hold herself open. "boy."

Sol stepped between her legs. The position was coincidentally… Stand and Deliver… and was known to be pretty aggressive. It elevated her hips, tilting her pelvis to allow for the deepest possible penetration. From this angle, he had a perfect view of her anatomy. Her pussy was gaping slightly from his previous assault, slick with their combined fluids, throbbing pink and red.

"You have a view most men would kill for," Sol murmured, gripping her thighs.

"Stop talking," she panted. "Put it in."

Sol lined himself up. He didn't thrust blindly. He pressed the head of his cock against her entrance, letting it stretch her slowly.

Evara watched, mesmerized. "Yes... look at that monster..."

He pushed.

Because of the angle of her legs, her canal was shortened, her cervix brought low. Sol slid in, inch by inch, filling her completely.

"OH!" Evara's head thumped back against the wall, her knuckles turning white as she gripped her ankles. "Deep! It's hitting the bottom!"

Sol watched the union. It was hypnotic. He could see his thick, veiny shaft disappearing into her wet heat, stretching her lips wide. He pulled almost all the way out, then drove back in with a slow, heavy rhythm.

Thrust.

"Ahhh!" Evara squeezed her eyes shut. The depth was bordering on painful, a dull ache in her womb that flipped instantly into blinding pleasure under the influence of the Ash-Grey energy.

"Look at it, Evara," Sol commanded, using the Voice. "Open your eyes. Watch me claim you."

She forced her eyes open. She watched him piston into her.

"It's... it's too big," she whined, but she pulled her legs back further, forcing him deeper. "It feels like you're rearranging my insides."

"I am," Sol growled.

He increased the pace. He wasn't using speed; he was using torque. He ground his hips against hers with every stroke, the heavy thud of his pelvis against her buttocks echoing in the hut.

The Vitality Harvest.

Because she was so open, so vulnerable, the energy transfer was cleaner. Sol felt a pure stream of life force rushing into him. It felt like sunlight in his veins. His skin tingled. The scar on his arm faded away completely.

Evara began to keen, a high-pitched sound of overwhelming stimulation. "Sol! Sol! My womb! You're filling my womb!"

"That's right," Sol grunted, sweat dripping from his nose onto her heaving breasts. "Take it. Take all of it."

He slammed into her one last time, holding himself deep, grinding against her cervix. Evara convulsed, her walls clamping down on him, trying to keep him there forever.

...

They collapsed, but Sol didn't let her rest. He wanted more of it, wanted to try all the positions he had always dreamt off. All those positions he had seen in porn videos. He pulled her off the chest and down onto the softest pile of furs near the fire.

"I need to be closer," Sol whispered, his voice rough with lust. "I need to feel your heartbeat."

Evara was limp, panting, but her eyes were still hungry. "How? I can't... I can't take another pounding like that..."

"Then we'll be lazy," Sol smirked. "But deep."

He laid her on her left side. He knelt behind her, but instead of entering from the rear, he straddled her bottom leg. He grabbed her right leg—the top one—and pulled it up, hooking it over his waist.

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